There were strict protective inspections everywhere in the Alliance. After coming to Banu Star* for more than a week, Ji Xingjue finally got a detailed map of the Chairmanâs mansion after working overtime every day.
An Hongâs reputation in the Alliance was polarized. People who like him would proudly boast extravagant embellishments, full of hype, while people who didnât like him directly form an organization to resist the Chairman of the Council.
It was said that there was a dark room under his mansion, which was specially used to hide some shady things. The Alliance was a very democratic place, which was reflected in the fact that political opponents use false information to attack, and citizens would watch it with gusto.
But his goal was just a piece of data, which should be in An Hongâs optical brain,
in the study room.
When night fell, there was a sudden knock on the door of his room.
Ji Xingjue planned several escape routes. He connected to the Star Network, trying to figure out how to do something to attract An Hongâs attention. When he heard the knock on the door, he moved his fingertips, connected to the hotelâs surveillance system, and glanced at the person by the door.
Qi Qing.
Ji Xingjue suddenly felt a headache.
When they were face to face before, he didnât even look at Qi Qing carefully, but now through the screen, he carefully stared at Qi Qing in the picture.
The latter was keenly aware of the gaze, and looked up at the hidden monitor on the door with sharp eyes.
He knew it.
Ji Xingjue heaved a sigh resignedly, got up and went to open the door. â Your Excellency Marshal, whatâs the matter?â
Qi Qing stood there leisurely, and glanced into his room. âItâs dinner time. Seeing that Mr. Armon hasnât gone out yet, I came to remind you.â
Ji Xingjue showed a false smile. âOh? So the Marshal hasnât left the hotel. I thought the Marshal would be very busy.â
Why are you so idle?
Qi Qing didnât seem to understand what he meant, and pointed to his room sideways. âThe dinner has been served, if Mr. Armon doesnât dislike it, why donât we have dinner together?â
Ji Xingjue rolled his eyes and smiled. âIâm afraid itâs not convenient.â
Qi Qing raised his eyelids.
Ji Xingjue said, exasperatingly slow, âSorry, my wife will be jealous.â
Qi Qing: ââ¦â
Qi Qing half-closed his eyes, unable to tell what his expressions were. âThen isnât Mr. Armon curious as to how I know you didnât go out?â